In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes

Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
(America)

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain pour through the gaping wound
Pounding the women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America

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what they said

"With Pop we set out to make a party record, because that was what our life was at that time."
- Bono, 1997, on the Pop album

did you know

The Popmart stage design, which looked like a supermarket, appealed to Bono as a supermarket, with its myriad choices and temptations, could function as a metaphor for U2's songs, as they often deal with the struggle between desire and faith.